martes, 10 de septiembre de 2013

The prisoner of the round tower



Somewhere in the world
a forest raises its leaves
deep and far in the sky
A sea of branches
and tiny twigs
grow and fly
and paint the clouds
green.

And I wonder
is this somewhere
on the earth
or is it perhaps
a lonely spot
in my heart.

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